I am not a morning person. Every morning is a struggle to get out of bed, get dressed and get out the door by 7:30. This morning I was running a bit behind, so I didn't have time for my morning cup of coffee. Until I have coffee, I am not coherent. So I'm late, I haven't had any coffee yet and this is the conversation I have with a complete stranger in the elevator of my condo building:
Random Man: So do you like it here?
Me: (Mustering up all my energy to reply in actual words and not just grunts) Yes.
Random Man: Do you live here with your parents?
Me: (a little creeped out) Uh no, I live with my fiancé.
Random Man: He should be your husband!
Me: (a lot creeped out) He will be, next year.
Random Man: Make it this year. Then you can start having babies.
At this point I was saved by our arrival at the ground floor.
W.T.F? Why did this man, who I've never met before, feel like he had the right to tell me when to start having babies? Maybe I don't want babies. Maybe I can't have babies. He doesn't know. Just because I have a vagina doesn't mean I have to reproduce. It was a ridiculous way to start a morning. So ridiculous that when I got downtown, I needed a chocolate croissant to soothe my rage. It's all about the justification.